She barely slows down at the front doors, bursting outside into the parking lot. And while it was pretty clearly daytime from indoors, now it's almost pitch dark, lit only by the orange streetlights in the parking lot and the headlights of passing cars. There's no moon in the sky, no stars, not even clouds, just - darkness.
(The day James first saw her eyes.)
But soon, the dark suburbs give way to something that, once again, could have been plucked from another world (and perhaps was). Streetlights become trees, asphalt becomes soft earth. It's a forest, spacious and brightly lit, with the leafy canopy far, far overhead. Between the trees grow huge, colorful flowers, or mushrooms taller than a grown man. Forest animals peer out at the two runners curiously, but without fear, and some even run alongside them for a few seconds before veering off to do friendly animal things.
It's Bosuma, full of color and light and the smells and sounds of life. This is where -
She doesn't exactly stop running, so much as stumble into a memory where she wasn't. Without really coming up on it, they've arrived at a large campsite in a spacious clearing. Several tents are set up around a cookpit, and a stream burbles happily nearby. The signs of habitation are all over - people's belongings, food dishes, and everything. All that's missing are the people.
At first it's unclear where Ami actually went, but the rustling of one of the tents soon gives her away. She was trying to get outside, but something on her head has gotten caught on the tent flap, and now she's stuck.
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She barely slows down at the front doors, bursting outside into the parking lot. And while it was pretty clearly daytime from indoors, now it's almost pitch dark, lit only by the orange streetlights in the parking lot and the headlights of passing cars. There's no moon in the sky, no stars, not even clouds, just - darkness.
(The day James first saw her eyes.)
But soon, the dark suburbs give way to something that, once again, could have been plucked from another world (and perhaps was). Streetlights become trees, asphalt becomes soft earth. It's a forest, spacious and brightly lit, with the leafy canopy far, far overhead. Between the trees grow huge, colorful flowers, or mushrooms taller than a grown man. Forest animals peer out at the two runners curiously, but without fear, and some even run alongside them for a few seconds before veering off to do friendly animal things.
It's Bosuma, full of color and light and the smells and sounds of life. This is where -
She doesn't exactly stop running, so much as stumble into a memory where she wasn't. Without really coming up on it, they've arrived at a large campsite in a spacious clearing. Several tents are set up around a cookpit, and a stream burbles happily nearby. The signs of habitation are all over - people's belongings, food dishes, and everything. All that's missing are the people.
At first it's unclear where Ami actually went, but the rustling of one of the tents soon gives her away. She was trying to get outside, but something on her head has gotten caught on the tent flap, and now she's stuck.
"Owww ow ow ow ow-!"